Few things bothered him? But he knew what bothered her, didn't he? The affection had made darknesses concubine flinch and tense, but it was a short lived hex that didn't have an affect for much longer once she'd caught it. Her chin followed his pathway into the kitchen, over her shoulder, until she had to turn fully around to face where he'd headed. "Do I get to sleep in your bed?" she'd asked, initiating a slow puppet waltz to catch up with him, though hadn't thought about how it sounded until...